Sometimes, when someone reports they liked one of my posts, I go back and reread it. This takes me back to days or events I may have forgotten.
I wish I could conjure the sweet incident I described in Call and Response. I am grateful to get to read about it.
It was heartening to learn that in January of last year, Burt spoke out to announce he was having a good day.
Good days are special memories though, it seems, we sometimes forget how special they were.
[I guess I’m advising you keep a journal.]
This memory, which I won’t forget now that I’ve revisited it, is especially precious because on that day, a month before he passed, Burt was loudly happy.
this is our life 
I think I’ve been writing or typing in a journal for most of my life. That way I wouldn’t forget the memories… hugs
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